Words used: conciliatory, quorum, dunce, apocopate, shoulda, remedy, Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, haggard, winner, troll
And the story:
A very long time ago, in a land closer than you would imagine, lived a haggard old troll named Edward James.
Edward James lived in the woods outside a village called Port Lomas. He spent his days by patrolling the woods and his nights by a campfire eating what he gathered during his patrols.
The villagers had tried to accept him as one of their quorum but he was unpleasant to be near. His musk was that of a dead skunk. He was also hard to understand! Edward James had a tendency to apocopate his words and he had pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. A condition that in his time there was no remedy and added to all this.
So he carried out through his meager life as happy as a troll can be. The children of his village assumed him to be quite the dunce. He would try to make conciliatory conversation with them but they would just throw rocks and run away.
One stormy day, near twilight, he spotted some riders in the distance. He hobbled over to call out to them.
"What is your business?!" shouted Edward James
The riders charged forward, ignoring his query.
Drawing from his quiver he shot an arrow in warning, calling again to the riders. In response this time they fired back. What they did not know is that the troll was quite the archer. He was the winner of many medals for accuracy. One met a rider in the shoulder and they turned to flee!
Hooray for Edward James!! Finally the hero. Winning the respect of the villagers young and old, that he shoulda had long before.
He lived happily ever after.
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